Ativan and other wanderings

I find another lorazepam tablet empty in the wash and can guarantee that it wasn't me, which leaves the only other person in the house, who by incident does not have a prescription for this either, but works in an environment where it is accessible. How sweet. Along with the talking in the sleep, the "caressing of oneself", and the tablets.. what is next.....

OH.. How about we go spend time with the bitch from hell that his son married that tried to kill their children, that is preggies again (against Dr. orders, medical science, against all hope and prayers in this family for all hope that is good on the world), the crazy B*tch has manipulated every situation she can for MONEY, for ATTENTION, and to keep her man... even at the extent of harming those children - so if he doesn't have the gonads to leave her, press charges, sign the papers to admit her - well his son is no better and they deserve each other. What I deserve is not to pushed into dealing with them or having to deal with them in any way shape or form like I have had to... This is next, a five hour drive to HELL... at least I got to limit it to only overnight, and it is near my cousin and I might be able to escape.